Alpha Tyson’s POV.
My heart pounded against my chest like a drum as I hurriedly rushed through the doors of my family's estate.
The air felt thick with apprehension, a sense of worry that was tightening my chest with every passing second and it was all because of my mother’s call.
As I ran through the hallway, I could still feel the frenzy that I felt before from her panicked voice offering no explanation, only a desperate plea for me to come home immediately.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong and I was just about to find out.
I burst through the ornate doors of the mansion that linked to the inner chambers, barely registering the startled expressions of the servants as I thundered past them.
“Good day Alpha.” They greeted, “Welcome home.”
Usually, I would murmur a greeting back,
